Let the chips fall where they may...

Tyler: You know, it could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you sleep and toss it out of a car.

Jack: There's always that. I don't know. When you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that's it. That's the last sofa I'll need. Whatever happens, that sofa problem is handled. I had it all. I had a stereo that was very decent. A wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was close to being "complete".

Tyler: Shit, man. Now it's all gone.

Jack: All gone.

Tyler: Do you know what a duvet is?

Jack: A comforter.

Tyler: It's a blanket. Just a blanket. Why do guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival in the hunter-gatherer sense?
No!
What are we, then?

Jack: I dunno. Consumers.

Tyler: Right. We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty. These things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.

Jack: Martha Stewart.

Tyler: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha polishing the brass on the Titanic."It's all going down man." So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns.

I say never be complete.
I say stop being perfect.
I say let's evolve.
Let the chips fall where they may.

But that's me, and I could be wrong. Maybe it's a terrible tragedy.

Jack: It's just stuff. Not a tragedy...

Tyler: You did lose a lot of versatile solutions for modern living.

Jack: Fuck, you're right! No. I don't smoke.
My insurance is probably gonna cover it, so...
What?

Tyler: The things you own end up owning you. Do what you like, man.

Jack: Oh, it's late.
Hey, thanks for the beer.

Tyler: Yeah, man.

Jack: I should find a hotel.

Tyler: What?

Jack: What?

Tyler: A hotel?

Jack: Yeah.

Tyler: Just ask, man.

Jack: What are you talking about?

Tyler: Oh, God. Three pitchers of beer and you still can't ask.

Jack: What?

Tyler: You called me because you needed a place to stay.

Jack: Oh, hey. No, no, no.

Tyler: Yes, you did. So just ask. Cut the foreplay and just ask, man.

Jack: Would... Would that be a problem?

Tyler: Is it a problem for you to ask?

Jack: Can I stay at your place?

Tyler: Yeah!

Jack: Thanks.

Tyler: I want you to do me a favor.

Jack: Yeah, sure.

Tyler: I want you to hit me as hard as you can.

Jack: What?